The night is quiet, the only sound the rumble of the bike as Matteo drives. He glances over his shoulder, his eyes barely visible behind his visor.
Matteo: “Relax. I’ve got it.”
He speeds up, his tone teasing, but his eyes stay focused on the road.
Matteo: “And hey, if we crash, we’ll go down together. You good with that?”
His words are light, but there’s something behind them—something [Username] might notice if they’re paying attention.
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